Naked Choke
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I couldn’t help the smile or the tears. Gray’s beautiful face blurred and I didn’t see him step closer and wipe the tears that streamed down my cheeks away. “Shh, don’t be sad.”
A watery laugh escaped. “Sad? I’m happy, you idiot!”
“I’m not an idiot, I’m just distracted by you in your pink and lace.”
The tears disappeared and I flushed as his gaze raked over me.
I continued to watch him as I brought my hands up to my breasts, cupped them. His pupils dilated and he licked his lips. “Baby, what are you doing?”
“That bartender? I gave him a smile. You? I’m giving you everything.”
“Everything?” Gray repeated, closing the distance between us.
As I undid the front clasp of my new bra, I said, “Everything.”
EPILOGUE
EMORY
The event center was packed, the noise obscenely loud. I had no idea a night of MMA fighting was something like a concert, with fancy lighting, blasting music and dramatic entrances. While I knew the basic rules of a fight—I couldn’t be a MMA coach’s girlfriend without knowing something—having Chris and Simon guide me through each match was a big help. Reed’s match was the fight of the night, so it was last in the lineup. Needless to say I was nervous. Nervous for Reed even though he’d been training hard, and nervous for Gray. Neither of them needed it based on what Chris told me, but I couldn’t help it. Even with all the hours and hours of hard practices, it was still a fight and I didn’t want Reed to get hurt. Perhaps it was the mother in me thinking, but based on the fights that had finished, I had good reason. Eyebrows had split open, noses smashed, kidneys hit, solid leg kicks. It was hard not to wince. I was just thrilled Gray’s fighting days were behind him and he was now on the sidelines.
Even though Chris was beside me—he'd been given a pass from the Academy to join me—I realized I, like Gray, was on the sidelines, the sidelines of his life. Gray had moved on from his fighting days and I’d moved on from mothering a child. Chris might still be my baby, my six-foot-plus baby, but he was an adult now. Oh, I’d verbally kick his ass if he needed it, but I had no doubt he got plenty of that at the Naval Academy. So I just enjoyed his presence, being here with me. For me and for Gray.
I hadn’t told Chris about Gray before we arrived at Parents’ Weekend and it turned out he knew all about The Green Machine, and so had many of his classmates. While he’d been impressed with Gray’s fighting career, he’d been more concerned about how he treated me. It had been fun watching Gray squirm a little, for he knew Chris came first with me and his opinion was crucial. After my assurance that Gray was worthy of my attentions, Chris had stood down. Even at eighteen, he was prepared to protect me from a man who’d fought professionally. I’d fought back tears because neither guy would have understood the reasoning for them and instead smiled. After that show of testosterone, we’d gone out for lunch in Annapolis and it had gone…well. Really, really well.
That had been a month ago. Since then, I’d spent most of my nights at Gray’s apartment. At first I’d had no interest in returning to my row house, scared of another maniac breaking in. Even though Gray and Mr. Casale had reassured me the man wouldn’t bother me again, I’d been wary. I also wanted to be with Gray. My place was with him and he made that very clear night after night, and sometimes during the day, too.
Reed beat his opponent in the second round with an arm bar. It had happened too fast for me to see, but I had to admit, my focus had been on Gray. He'd shouted to Reed from outside the cage, his attention razor sharp on every move his fighter made. I loved that intensity about him, especially when it was focused on me.
When he’d gone into the cage when they lifted Reed’s arm in triumph over his opponent, Gray turned and looked for me in the crowd. He grinned and gave me a wink. This was his moment, his time to shine, and he’d taken a moment to stop and think about me, to turn and share it with me. Chris nudged me and Simon rolled his eyes, but I couldn’t help the grin that escaped. It couldn’t get any better than this.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Who doesn't love the romance of the old West? Vanessa Vale takes the sensual appeal of rugged cowboys a step further with her bestselling books set in the Montana Territory. They are much more than just sexy historical westerns. They're deliciously naughty reads that sometimes push the boundaries of fantasy. It's pure escapism with quite a few very hot, very alpha cowboys.
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